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shannon-smith-alavi-moghaddam
shannon-smith-alavi-moghaddam
American Hello, I'm Shannon. I'm twenty years old and still writing everything down. Enjoy!
I wonder if I've outgrown you -- That Ive shed my skin I didn't know I was wearing But you are heavy And I am struggling I wonder if I am wrong for it I wonder if comfortable is really correct But my eyes sting and my heart aches Every time I hear you speak In my mind I see me crawling away But why do I crawl back?
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Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 3:26 AM UTC
Shedding you
Dark clouds, scatter; scatter and flee. Brighter days, lighter days, come quickly to me. Hurry days, weeks, months and years and sweetly, swiftly hurry til I am near days of deliverance, days of no fears, only my Beloved, my only dear.
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Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 9:17 PM UTC
Dark clouds
I may as well make you slither On the underside of your belly For the rest of your ****** days Seeing how you have deceived me And then covered a wound with dust.
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Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 12:26 AM UTC
Slither
My life has been molded by the world of 15 minute increment agendas and 150 character updates by the second. My body has been pacified by the world of liquid sugar satiation and instant edible gratification. My mind has been conditioned by the world that favors extroverted personalities and introverted abdomens and collarbones. I live, move and breathe in the world that is scared of freethinkers and will not succeed in boxing me in. In my world, I define my own worth.
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Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 4:43 PM UTC
Freethinker
My child My child who sits by herself With tears welling and a tidal wave of emotion Too overwhelming for your tiny frame Your precious mind Your beautiful heart Do you know that you are beautiful? My child who watches the children play and laugh My child who thinks and feels With the world passing, acting, doing, ignoring Do you know that you are worth the world? Has anyone told you your hair falls in soft waves of gold And your eyes are light and radiant? Do you know that you are capable of even the things that scare you most? Would you believe that you are every kind of lovely?
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Nov 16, 2013
Nov 16, 2013 at 6:10 PM UTC
Every kind of lovely
I dreamt that a                covert visitor                was at my                door... I awoke in a sweat                at the thought                of something                more...
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Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 8:28 PM UTC
The Visitor
You like me for the me that doesn’t make your coffee strong enough the me that always seems to make you late the me that almost burns a batch of cookies the me that can't park straight to save my life the me that absolutely hates being tickled the me that takes some comments a little too sensitively the me that keeps you up too late and makes you lose sleep the me that never fully succeeds at using chopsticks the me that takes a lifetime to decide what to eat the me that insists you must trim your mustache the me that needs your shoulder to cry on the me that worries this “me” is too needy And somehow you can put your hands right on my deepest insecurities Exposing my vulnerabilities while covering me gently with love Because I know I’m safe in your arms and you make me want to believe the sweet words you say.
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Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 1:29 AM UTC
You like me for me
Together, facing the same appearances: this strong complexion of the beholder. The human life on one side of hope, reflecting the secret frame of mind. You mean so much more, my dear, look how your eyes look at him. The Light of a candle, elegant and charming, in fact, it's the next thing quite as satisfactory to me.
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Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 4:44 PM UTC
Black out poetry 9.17.13
Someone once told me there's an exception to every rule In my clear cut world Its hard to believe a paradox like you: Like a snowfall in July And the moonshine at noon But All I know is when I look into your eyes I want it to be true.
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Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 1:50 AM UTC
Exceptions
I've been a sojourner in all the wrong places for all the wrong reasons But I have no intention to stop because through every season All the clear pathways were barred and locked So I just stumble along out of rhythm with the tick of the clock.
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Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 1:48 AM UTC
The sojourner